Not just that, for me. I automatically accepted other's views of events and of me. Those views were skewed to say the least. I spent a lot of time in t these past few years in wonderment that my parents would treat me x way, for example. Like my dad bought me a broken typewriter for a graduation present. When I tried to take it back to the shop, the salesman told me, final sale - that's what your dad thinks of you. Fifty years later I'm still trying to grasp the message. Like seriously, me?? Wtf?